“Psycho!” he shouted. She narrowed her eyes.
“What?” she asked, voice low and dangerous.
“You heard me. Psycho. You’re fucking bat shit crazy!” he shouted in her face. She smacked him hard. There was a red mark on his face.
“How dare you! You’re the insane one!” she spat at him. He glared at her. She was pushing him to far.
“Don’t touch me again,” he said quietly. She crossed her arms.
“Oh, I’m sorry. What was that,” she hissed. He looked into her hate filled eyes.
“I said, don’t touch me again,” he said louder. She clenched her teeth.
“Or what Dan?” she growled.
“Or I’ll kill you,” he said simply. She snorted. She didn’t believe him. He was just messing with her. Like he always did. He’s a fucking jackass, she thought.
She smacked him again. He whipped out a knife and jammed it into her chest. A quiet gasp escaped her. Her eyes widened. He just glared at her.
“You should’ve listen Anne,” he whispered.